Saharra Huxly is about to truly enjoy the spoils of her work. She persuaded the gym staff to take a long break and the Self Defense trainer to take the night off. Posing as the trainer she beat on a grown nerd who was there to be taught how to defend himself against people just like her.

Well, not "just" like her. She's definitely more ruthless than the ladies at his office. None of them have ever bound him naked with saran wrap. It's stronger than you'd think, and quite humiliating to be stuck in.

But since he can't go anyway, it gives Saharra direct access to create the mu...

Saharra Huxly is about to truly enjoy the spoils of her work. She persuaded the gym staff to take a long break and the Self Defense trainer to take the night off. Posing as the trainer she beat on a grown nerd who was there to be taught how to defend himself against people just like her.

Well, not "just" like her. She's definitely more ruthless than the ladies at his office. None of them have ever bound him naked with saran wrap. It's stronger than you'd think, and quite humiliating to be stuck in.

But since he can't go anyway, it gives Saharra direct access to create the music to her ears. A symphony of laughs, squeaks, screams, tears and excitement. She tickles poor Mr. Dick Dastard in every sensitive part of his body. But not before coating him in oil, increasing his sensitivity. Man does she know how to dig into those most ticklish of areas. She gets his armpits, his sides, under his neck. He makes a lot of noise there. The soles of his feet, between the toes, and she definitely gets those cock & balls. He squiggles and squeals like a pig. stuck on a spit live over the fire. It's the sound the soothes the Savage Huxly....for now.